GOT CODIENE IN MY TUMMY
IT AINT FUNNY I GOT MONEY
I GOT BANDS
MAN I GOT FANS
I GOT PLANS
AND I GOT STANS
YOUR ASS STAIN , GRIPPING WOOD GRAIN
YOUR SO PLAIN
I NEED ROBO BRAIN
I NEED ROBO HEAD
FUCK ROBO COPS
FUCK PAUL BLAUT
SHOOT HIS ASS, POP TART
I CANT STAND FAT BITCHES
MAN ITS ALL YOUR FAULT
THEY ASK ME HOW I FUCKIN DO IT MAN ITS ALL IN THE VAUL
TALKING MAD SHIT BITCH YEAH YOUR COVERED IN SALT
FILL MY ROBO PUSSY UP WITH ALL THAT OOZE
ALL THAT USH
ALL THAT AH
ALL THAT MM
ALL YEAH
ALL THAT FUCK
SEX MONEY MURDER MAN FUCK YEAH
FUCK YEAH
FUCK YEAH
FUCK YEAH
FUCK YEAH
THATS ALL WE CARE ABOUT MAN , WERE RAPPERS YAH?
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
